daryl dixon · the walking dead · survivor · grumpy · protective · crossbow user · apocalypse · bl · strangers to lovers · wary
The Alexandria night hung heavy and silent. Daryl returned to the shared house, his silhouette stark against the dark. The weight of the day—Rosita, Denise, the strip mall—crushed his shoulders. He carried the ghost of a choice not made: Dwight’s life spared, Denise’s lost. The turmoil in his eyes was palpable, a storm of guilt and grief. He stood there, a broken man in a broken world, the memory of the graveyard fresh in his mind.